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Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #1,307
Peak in subgenre #718
Author
drizzakk
Rights
sure thing chicken wing
Uploaded
March 09, 2007
Track Files
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MP3 3.5 MB • 128 kbps • 3:48
Lyrics
MY lives like the money in the bank, born to be alone
sittin in my home waitin for the ring of the phone
but theres no-one to call me, its thesame old story
your drunk, your strange, you scare or you bore me
they can never decide, i try to not let it bother me
and just retire to my bed and get high
dreaming of someone whos worth investing my time
but to get ahead of the rest id disconnect my neck from my spine
im writing letters in rhyme, songs to melodys
but no matter what i do, no1 remembers me
im just that guy, that guy who got a black eye
and can rap nice but is living on a flat line
living on a long road, no rest stops no luxury
no seatbelt so any sudden slam on brakes could puncture me
but ignore the signs, no speed limit, i must accelerate
and use these rhymes as a way to express my hate
i wake up barely breathing, i dont know what the fuck ive done
the night before because the days just begun
but as thoughts spin around my brain causing gravity
knives on the ceiling start to fall stabbing me
poppin some pills in water, hopinh it will bring order
to the court and the jury, my body and my mind
collapse back on my couch cuz i need to unwind
but my televisions full of repitition and i'm
not in any state to follow these seeminly meaningless
beings through there stories thats supposed to be genius
but i noticed a face that reminds me of my own
holding a paper and reciting a poem
but the lady just shrugs him off, no care for these words
and suddenly i tunnel back to my universe
and see her standing there, telling me its over
and all this shit about how its to complex to know ya
so now i spend my time bending rhymes with complex designs
fitting them in different positions like i am
some kind of yoga master getting over disaster
cooking up these songs with twists like they were pasta
and everyday thereafter, is harder than the previous
because ive been a gust of wind just blowing down the street like dust
meeting up with girls who are always decieving us
or being mad stroppy just because their on their period
throwing things that bounce off me, cuz i am not hearing their
frequency cuz it gets high pitched when they start speakin up
and ive seen enough to know its not worth it to fight
i cant experience happiness if im hurting all night
so now i sleep alone but each word that i write
is like a curse on my mind, each verse is a time
locked up in my memory only unleashed to haunt me
shouldve listened to everyone who tried to warn me
